The sun�s white winds blow through you,
there�s nothing above you,
you see the earth now as an oval jewel,
radiant & seablue with love.
It�s only in dreams you can do this.

Waking, your heart is a shaken fist,
a fine dust clogs the air you breathe in;
the sun�s a hot copper weight pressing straight
down on the think pink rind of your skull.
It�s always the moment just before gunshot.
You try & try to rise but you cannot.